“You did ask ifI needed help.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“A girl can change her mind, can’t she?”
His pelvis ground against hers and she almost melted. God, she wanted him. But she shouldn’t have him. Why? Why shouldn’t she have him? Her muddled brain refused to cooperate and tell her.
“I think I need help getting out of my clothes.” Andhim out of his.
“Always happyto help there.”
She couldn’t take her eyes away as he skimmed his hands across her shoulders then slid them under the thin straps of her dress. Pulling them down, he caressed her arms. The skin on his fingers was rough, but she loved the friction it caused, sending shivers up anddown her spine.
Her dress top fell around her waist and he licked his lips. Could she get him to lick her as well? Reaching up, she stretched her arms, pushingout her chest.
He trapped her hands there with one of his then lowered his mouth. Yes, this was what she wanted. Oh, damn and double damn, his tongue twirling around her nipples sent her nerves skyrocketing, liquid pooling between her legs.
“Shit, that is amazing. You have quite a talented tongue, Mr. Holland.”
His chuckle vibrated against her chest and she shivered. Of course the hand he skimmed up her leg and cupped her ass with might also have been the source.
“You have no idea how much I love touching you,” he growled against her nipple.
“As much as I love you touching me, perhaps.” Damn, she shouldn’t be telling him this, but her tongue didn’t seem to have any control. Luckily, his knew exactly what it was doing.
Inching his hand inside her panties, he stroked her sensitive flesh. Sweet Mother of all that was Holy. Heat built up between her legs then moved to the center of her desire. He continued to nibble on her rigid peaks and rub her slicked skin, causing the flames to grow. A moan escaped her lips.
“Oh, my God, I needthis so much.”
More sensations assaulted her as he pulled her dress down then helped her step out of it. Somehow her panties had disappeared too. Nothing left buther high heels.
“We should remove some of your clothes too. I’m feelingunder-dressed.”
“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” he whispered against her mouth. “I should get you to bed.”
“Only if you come along with me,” she said, attempting topull him along.
He scooped her upin strong arms.
She wrapped hers around his shoulders then allowed her tongue to explore the thick column of his neck. Then she was falling, the mattress soft under her. If only she could get Scott on top of her. He simply sat watching, his eyes intense, hungry.
Scooting over on the bed, she slid her hands under his coat and slipped it offhis shoulders.
“We’ll put this right here so it doesn’t get ruined.” Twisting to set his jacket aside, she heard an intake of breath. Her ass was right in linewith his face.
“Oh, God, woman, you do tempt me.”
“I hope so. It’s what I’mtrying to do.”
“You don’t actually mean that. You’ve been telling me for months we can’t have sex.”
Why couldn’t they have sex? They’d had it before. “It hadbeen amazing.”
“Amazing, huh?”
Shit, had she said that aloud? But dammit, it had been good, better than good.
Her hands clenched in the fabric of his suit coat. “I want it to be amazing again, Scott, please. I’m sick of my vibrator. It’s nowhere near as efficient as you are.”
